Best Billy Poems
William Bonny AKA Billy The Kid
A Tale Of Billy The Kid
By Robert Gorelick
“Quien esta?”
Bang! It’s over,
you’re a legend now,
Billy.
Born in Hell’s Kitchen in
ramshackle consumptive squalor,
New York’s crammed gang infected
rat-infested shacks
and alleys.
Amid the iniquitous stench
of rot and the soul’s decay,
in a nation at war,
pulling, stretching, ripping
to shreds the frayed fabric
of its precarious union.
An abused juvenile fleeing west
emerging from the muck
to where a soul and body
may heal, breathe deeply,
expand.
At last—life
New Mexico territory spreads open
and wide, easy to be seduced by cynical
range-war ranchers’ welcome greetings
they pay you well for
every cattle rustled,
then desert you as you flee the
sheriff’s posse.
“Quien esta?”
With a concealed knife
you stab a drunken gambler,
self-defense is no excuse
as the ruffian had
important friends.
You’re set to hang, Billy
in a daring display
you shoot your way out,
steal a horse and gallop
off to your woodland
shanty.
Midnight, your shack’s pitch dark,
there’s breathing nearby,
your Mexican novia?
Why doesn’t she speak?
“Quien esta?”
Bang. Pat Garrett guns
you down.
A throw away kid from big city squalor,
becomes a legend of the wild west.
You’re a legend, Billy
1/8/23
Metrical Tale Contest
Sponsor: Hilo Poet
When Billy Bob Bunny turned one,
his mama said, “Listen up, son.
I’m sure you could get
away from a net,
but beware the guy bearing a gun!
If a gun-toting farmer you see,
you must hip hop away instantly.
If he has good aim,
you might end up lame
or worse yet, rabbit stew you will be.
So do please, Billy Bob, take good care
that you don’t end up being the hare
that loses his life
so Farmer Jack’s wife
has a soft rabbit stole she can wear!”
But it wasn’t Billy Bob’s habit
to listen to his Mama Rabbit.
Without using good sense,
he hopped over the fence,
saw a carrot and started to grab it.
Farmer Jack spied that rascal. Oh, my!
From a gun, bullets started to fly.
When a shot nicked his ear,
Billy fell down from fear.
Then he heard a small sound like a cry.
“Please don’t shoot at the bunny again,”
cried the farmer’s sweet daughter, and then
Billy could feel her
stroking his soft fur,
and at night he was placed in a pen.
Mama came to the pen and she said,
“You are trapped. I’m just glad you’re not dead.”
Though no freedom he had,
Billy Bob was not sad.
“I’m a loved pet,” he said, “and well fed!”
The moral of this story is: You can tolerate any condition as long as you are loved and well fed!
Armadilly came galloping into Troll Lake, bent on seeking a new life, to unwind.
He’d rode out of the Badlands, leaving only a trail of blowing dust and leaves, behind.
His steady stead Jalopy had been pounding feet, relentlessly with powerful strides.
Rearing up, Armadilly stopped before our Troll Bridge with his slingshot at his side.
I could see, he rode the sleekest mount, and the biggest tortoise, that I had ever seen.
Man that armadillo knew his tortoise flesh… this was the fastest one, ever been!
I would say: he truly looked, the devil’s mount… with glowing, fire stocked eyes.
The stranger named himself as Armadilly, but his true identity, could not be denied.
He was really Armadilly Billy, The Slingshot Kidster, as he bowed to us, so very low.
With a yes Ma'am, and a no Sir, he was smooth and could charm, near any old soul.
The Trolls loved him for the spell binding stories, that at the campfire, he gave away.
He never talked about his past, but we knew who he was, without being told, that day.
The rumor had it that Sheriff Bunny Garret had shot him dead, on one fateful day.
Another said he’d faked his death, heading south to Mexico, his life to live away.
But we knew better, for he was here with us, right now, on this illustrious day.
We knew he was a kind and misunderstood guy, because of what I’m about to say.
He saved our squirrel, Funkundilly, from a hawk diving straight for her, inward bound.
With his slingshot, like streaked lightening, he forced the hawk to spiral to the ground.
And we all applauded that Funkundilly was now, once again, so very safe and sound.
Then he strode, spurs a jangling, to dish out his own type of justice, so very renowned.
With a steely glint in his eye, he ordered the hawk away, or meet his end, he did convey.
And you can say that frightened bully hawk, really high tailed it, as he ran away.
Everyone celebrated that night, with Armadilly, all the way to dawn’s embrace.
Before he left, Armadilly knew from then on, he’d always have a home in this place.
But his mind was set on a wandering, more of this world’s adventures, to unweave.
So with a HiHo! Jalopy! He took off, leaving in another cloud of dust and leaves.
But I heard him shout that he’d be back again, soon…
And we were sure, that’s just what he would do!
Inspired by Silly Billy the Kidster's--- Billy the Kid Blog
An epic poem by Carol Eastman
Billy don’t lose my number
No ones knows the darkness
Other than one who knows... the darkness
There is no snow
There is no white
Wings are clipped
There is no flight
Answers fly away in the air
Leaving the human heart in despair
Whiskey tumbles down the throat
No more am I the ambitious goat
Broken glass and twisted rope
Dusk invites my... my final cry
Love gave me peace for a while
Then love became ill as death hovered
Over caskets and flowers soon to be
Dancing with my dead thoughts in the open air
How do I say, I really do not care?
Seeking death and pain, a solace I wear
Angels greet those other than me
I, deserving of the dirt, you shall never see
The labyrinth of pain upon the graveyard paths
Many shall walk, yet not a one will be
Any angel that could take me to the sea
Drowning in pain, the knife sets me free
It started growing in a field
Billy Stover watched it grow
Because the corn was tall
Because Billy Stover was small
No one knew
Now one saw
No one saw how the tiny boy watched by the hour in summer's heat
Even from the top of high elm trees by the road
who could have detected that small lad stretched out
on his stomach leaning on his elbows watching
On stormy days Billy watched from the closest window
elbows propped up on the sill
He knew it was growing though he couldn't see it
He'd be down in the field now in the mud watching
but his mother forbade it
"What do you do out there Billy all by yourself?
What is it you do out there instead of playing?"
On certain days when the wind swayed the green stalks
and nipped Billy's cheeks his eyes would light up
He fought back a burning desire to run into the white kitchen
to tug at his mother's apron to bring her out
and show her his one spot
He jumped up once when the flames leaped high
started running for the house
"Mother! Mother!" he silently shouted
Every part of his small body shook with joy but
The bleak white walls of the kitchen
his mother her hands dipped in bread dough....................................
It started growing in the field in the dirt in the mind of Billy Stover
And no one could have kept a secret better than Billy
C’est la vie, Billy!
His cheeks a deep scarlet,
His jaw tightened in an eerie grin,
He stands, rooted to the spot
While the snot in his nose
Like a long gooey
Streak of
Chewing-gum
Slowly comes dripping
Onto his dappled T-shirt,
and his eyes, like dazzling agates,
Fixedly follow the interminable course of
The red rubbery ball
As the projectile
In a deafening clash,
Smashes the headmaster’s office window.
My Billy.
My Billy, bravest of the brave,
Fought metal tooth and iron cross.
Through Flanders field of bleedin’ red
And on to mourn their loss.
My Billy, full of life and love,
A boy still to his Mam,
Left far behind these cobbled shores
To fight the beast in man.
This trench, this tomb, this hellish hell.
No mortal eye should see.
My Billy, broken limb from life,
Lies far away from me.
One hundred years, one million tears,
One memory thought anew,
My Billy, bravest of the brave,
Gave freedom back to you.
OK PD let me explain to you how it is why you are only successful because of me
regarding all your supporters and sudden notoriety.
There I was. There was P D.
I'd been around awhile, but not my little PD.
I had and still do have many supporters who truly do support, love and care about me...
but I've given them all to my little poet destroyer P D.
I did this very methodically.
because I wanted to make a success out of my little poet destroyer PD.
It's tit for tat in this world of poetry,
despite whatever else others have tried to convince upon me.
The more comments you leave,
the more comments you receive.
and so one day I saw this very struggling beginner PD
who obviously
craved attention and fame,
because you see P D is very vane.
So I slammed PD bringing her some of the attention she so much craves,
bringing much needed publicity and notoriety over P D's way.
All of my backers so to speak who never heard of PD
were all P D fans and supporters as well as of me.
Then I stopped commenting on all of the supporters of me,
because I wanted to give them all to my little poet destroyer PD.
Because P D craves the spotlight, but not me.
I prefer to remain in the shadows actually.
and so you all can clearly see,
PD is largely successful because of me.
My little poet destroyer's forever herKidster, Billy.
You are a brother
And a son, special gifts
For you are known, shown
You are a child
And a man sang "Kumbaya"
"Come by here, O' Lord"
As if to forecast
His love to a family
You held together
In its time of need
Things amazing this poet
If you did know it
You a gift from God
As only He could style
As He opens wide
His arms you greet Him
with your smile, His chile
Be free now Billy
Silly Billy went along to the zoo
Right after he had the flu
That day the whole sky was blue
And he carried along his teddy Pooh
Silly Billy love walking to the park every day
He love watching the clouds in the sky,
Silly Billy was just a regular kid too
And he had a lot of friends at school like you.
Silly Billy best friends were Sue and his Pooh,
So when his parents took him to the zoo,
He was so happy to bring along his Pooh,
And show him all the places to see.
Silly Billy wanted to see everything in the zoo,
Starting with: the bears, the tigers, and all the monkeys too.
Silly Billy asked his dad to let him feed all the animals you see,
But his dad told him, he couldn't do that, 'cause that was a wrong thing to do.
Silly Billy loved all the animals in the zoo
He was so happy to have spent there the day
He had so much fun enjoying all the view
His father promised him to bring back another day.
Silly Billy went back home content with his Pooh,
He gave a big hug to his mom and his dad that day;
The day was still beautiful but was almost through
Silly Billy smiled and looked up at the sky still blue.
Silly Billy went along to the zoo
Right after he had the flu
Silly Billy went along to the zoo
With his family and his teddy Pooh.
Dorian Petersen Potter
aka ladydp2000
copyright@2007
October, 5, 2014
herKidster, Billy is breaking up with PD.
Things were going very well until PD
made it clear to herKidster that PD is a she.
Now PD has an unfair advantage on me.
If I get too rough PD crys like a big cry baby,
"That was over the line Kidster. You really hurt me,"
then theKidster falls apart feeling very guilty.
I would never hurt a woman intentionally.
Well, it's been fun my little poet destroyer PD.
You should have never revealed that you were a woman to me,
but we can always continue to be friends, there's just one down side you see,
now all of your followers that I gave to you are all gonna flock back to me.
Now PD's gonna lose all of PD's popularity.
Goodbye my little poet destroyer PD.
Forever yourKidster, Wild Billy
Mr. Billy Benny sits, staring at a knife..
As bored as bored can be, in his very boring life.
He dipped a pen in tea - and drank a cup of ink,
The mirror sees him turn into a rosy shade of pink.
He shaved his black hair off - and stuck it on again,
He counted sheep, and 1 to 10, and rusted coins of yen.
He bought a yellow marker and drew pictures on a stone,
He made up jokes himself - which poked his funny bone.
Now, Mr. Billy Benny sits, staring at a knife.....
As bored as bored can be,in his very boring life.
Believe in yourself
don’t dwell in the past
Until things become clear
Sail your ship
let the stars be your guide
Blue moon
Broken lantern
Bottle emptied
Black sea boots
Burn the bridges
Break the waves
- before they splash against the limestone
Behave yourself
Bubbly buddy
Be brave
Breathe
Blissful Billy
Blessing
A lighthouse’s light through the mist
the protector on the ocean,
wings and man
A fleeting remark ...
face the challenges as they come
- eclipse never comes alone
FOR MY EARTH AND HEAVENLY BROTHER - I WILL SEE YOU SOON AND LOVE YOU ALWAYS.
Angel’s wings radiant with joy, plucked harp-toned beauty
from heaven’s air while gathering to celebrate your birth into
another human incarnation. With sphere-spurred choreography,
the angels danced for they were rejoicing about the power of
heavenly recall they felt you had acquired in past incarnations.
The cherub angels used wing play to gratitude-sway about the
gloriously jeweled, spiritual truths your earth lives had apparently,
radiantly soul expanded into the spiritual “I am” you would need to
resolve all your remaining karma. So divine had your light grown
that all of heaven felt your next incarnation and death transition
would be your final spirit evolution.
angel excitement
party for earth victory ~
heaven optimism
Once reborn, heaven watched you and your angels stayed near,
but you never sought them while human fears limited you, depleted
your healthy self-respect and steered you towards drug dependency
which eventually brought you back into the wings of your angels
whose tears rained perfect love on your dehydrated but still perfect
soul.
born spirit aware
earth tuned pain often steals truth ~
loving angels wait
Billy Law
A simple man rode into harvest town
Tall, with sharp features, and a gun
No words were spoken when he walked by
Locale folk feared him and his kind
People here were evil
You could see it in their eyes
They despised the stranger
He had a badge, walked with a swagger
Chance and thirst brought him to the saloon
He placed a dollar down for a bottle of booze
No one moved
When he was done he turned and drew his gun
Two punks tried to shoot him in the back
They lacked the proper aptitude
And their attitude was warped
So they bled out quickly on the floor
The law man moseyed out the door and said
I’m Billy Law
And never looked back
Created on 10/17/14
By: Earl Schumacker
for “Sketch A Character” – Poetry Contest